CHAPTER XXIX
AFTER a comforting and sustaining breakfast I sent for Paddy and Jem, both of whom came in limping.
"Are you no better this morning?" I asked them.
"Troth, we 're worse," said Paddy with a most dismal look on his face.
"I 'm sorry to hear it," said I; "but I think the trouble will wear off to-day if you lie snug and quiet in the inn. Here 's this bottle of embrocation, or what is left of it, so you may take it with you and divide it fairly between you, remembering that one good rub deserves another, and that our chief duty on this earth is to help our fellow man; and as there 's nothing like easy employment for making a man forget his tribulations, Jem will rub Paddy, and Paddy will rub Jem, and thus, God blessing you both, you will pass the time to your mutual benefit."
"Yer honour," sniffed Jem Bottles, "I like your own prescriptions better than Doctor Chord's. I have but small faith in the liniment; the bottle of wine you gave us last night—and I wish it had been as double as it made us see—was far better for our trouble than this stuff."
"I doubt it, Jem," said I, "for you 're worse this morning than you were last night; so I 'll change the
